The Long Way Home

Take the long way home.
Look around as you roam.
Don’t be afraid to believe
that love will set us all free.
Take the time to view places
you once knew. Watch as
grey skies turn blue. Listen
to sounds you once heard.
It takes too long for letters
to become words. Sit. Wait
as time drives us to our fate.
Take the long way home
and take time for yourself.
The long way always helps.

Over / Under

Many don’t understand how

to get over some things. Over

time, most dig underneath to feel

something deeper. We overvalue;

few truly understand the over-

arching message of needing re-dos:

do-overs. Those under the weather

are under the impression that it

doesn’t get better. Some are over

it, and that is an understatement.

Some feel the need to overpower

underachievers. Yet, those who run

hot will overheat. Under the sun,

life can become overwhelming.

Sleep under the stars and protect

your dream. When it’s all over,

our eyes close as the sun lowers.

Ruins

Many years ago, there were cities, statues, cathedrals, pyramids,
and buildings made of bamboo, sand, clay, plaster, cobblestone,
blood, sweat, and tears. Lives were lost at the cost of these
creations. Not one worker knew the magnitude nor the attitude
that followed their construction. Even after their destruction,
they stood the test of time. Time has passed, yet the history lasts.
The Great Pyramid of Giza, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,
the Statue of Zeus, the Colossus of Rhodes, the Lighthouse
of Alexandria, the Temple of Artemis, and the Mausoleum
of Halicarnassus tell us a story: a tragic story of life and death
and how they finally met. Now, what we have has been ruined
to no one’s fault. What is left is a gift from those before us.
We must appreciate old ruins before they all turn to dust.

Frozen Roses

It can be a cold world.
I don’t have to tell you
that. We know this.
Events, people, places
can stop us in our tracks.
It can get chilly. Life can
freeze almost all things:
just not time. Not this
time. We must carry
the warmth needed
to keep us heated.
We must survive this
snowstorm that keeps
most frozen. Pedals
from your frozen roses
remind me to find truth –
to remain warm: alive.
Your frozen roses remind
me to search and find
love I have left behind.

You

You are special.
You are here.
You are sincere.
I know you are.
You are you
and you do
what you do.
You are different
from your friends.
You are someone
who doesn’t pretend.
You are loved.
You are love. You
are here to read this.
You are you: the best
you I ever knew.
You are the light
fighting the darkness.
You are you doing
what you do
and I hope I can
be like you, too.